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interrupted.
    “The Pantera. The leaders in our community. I’m going to continue now, all right?”
    He made a go-right-ahead gesture with his hand. His large, powerful, scarred hand…
    “The message mentioned this gym, and an order to dispose of all test subjects,” she finally said. “I’m assuming that’s you unless there’s someone else here who might qualify as a test subject?”
    Pain and rage darkened his eyes and he ground out, “Nope. I’m the only freak in the neighborhood.”
    She grimaced. He was arrogant and an insulting pain in the ass, but she didn’t want him to think of himself as a freak. It hurt something deep inside her. Her guts and her heart…her heritage.
    “Then I’m here for you,” she told him.
    “Again…why?” he asked, unrelenting.
    You’re my mate. Okay, that wasn’t her. It was her cat speaking. She shoved the furry irritant back down where it belonged. Where it would remain. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” She gave a casual lift of her shoulder. “Simple enough?”
    He drew in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. Was he searching her scent to determine the truth of her words? If so, that would be incredible. It was a talent that many mature Pantera possessed. Strange that a human who had their blood forced into his veins would have such an instinct.
    “You consider Victor an enemy of the Pantera?” he asked.
    “Not Victor. Benson Enterprises,” she corrected. Her eyes widened when he released a furious hiss. “You recognize the name?”
    “I should.” His fists twitched, as if he was struggling not to smash them into something. “The bastards are the ones responsible for doing this to me.”
    She tilted her head to the side, studying him with an unwavering intensity. Every band of muscle, every inch of skin that wasn’t covered. Every white scar under that magnificent tattoo. Her tongue twitched.
    “What precisely is this ?” she asked. “What did they do?”
    His muscles clenched, the air around them heating with the force of his inner emotions. Elyon let the sensation wash over her, trying like hell not to shiver. For a long moment she feared he wouldn’t answer, that she’d be forced to ask again. Then, without warning, he jerked his head toward the ring.
    “Let’s spar,” he said.
    Her left eyebrow drew up. Either he was avoiding the conversation or he wanted to have it elsewhere. Either way, she would get something out of him. “You sure about that?”
    His eyes darkened and his mouth twitched with humor. “I’ll go easy on you.”
    Oh. She snorted softly. “Okay.”
    She slipped off her jacket, revealing the tight spandex top underneath, the one that left her arms bare and hugged close to the soft swell of her breasts. Instantly the air was filled with the scent of male arousal. She grinned. Clearly Max liked what he was seeing. Elyon bent over, tugging off her boots with a slow, teasing motion that was completely unfamiliar to her. As if she was stripping to please her male.
    Clearly, she liked doing this to him.
    Liked the reaction.
    What the flying fuck was wrong her?
    Completely unnerved by her thoughts and her behavior, Elyon leaped onto the edge of the ring and swung over the elastic ropes that framed the canvas floor. There was a faint bounce beneath her feet as Max vaulted over the ropes too and landed lightly beside her.
    They both stepped to the center and turned to face each other. Adversaries. Really sexually attracted adversaries.
    “Tell me what they did,” she commanded, lifting her fists to a position in front of her face. “And keep it short.” I’m on edge here. I need to fight.
    His eyes still smoldered with an unmistakable heat. “Do I look like a man who keeps anything short?”
    Oh, she hoped not, she mused inanely. Her traitorous gaze drifted down to the huge bulge in his shorts . What a disappointment that would be.
    She shot out her right hand in a quick jab. “Give it a try.”
    He easily avoided her